I sit in silence
The quiet calms me
I think happy thoughts
About faraway places and the perfect cheesecake
And I smile
I perch my poet's hat
Upon my head
And for a moment...
I forget about the gallon of orange juice
Seeping into my carpet
I don't hear the gleeful wail of the
No-good, rotten, horrible monkeys
Who filled their water guns with it.
I guess it won't clean itself up!